Impossible things seem to us like unreachable dreams, as we look upon them with shining eyes but never try. Then comes along a courageous one, to do the deed that cannot be done, and say to us without regret, it’s only impossible because you haven’t done it yet.

You can always tell which kids come from military families.

It just so happens that I have a hammer and a bag of nails, a couple pieces of wood, and some canvas for making sails. So I might as well get started, after all I have much to do. Though building a ship is the easy part, what’s hard is the open blue.

I watched the crows scatter as the clouds rolled in by scores and composition, a roiling storm that rained in notes through the f-holes of my violin soul. Their wings had been torn in the shape of your music and their cries gave rise to your sinister metronome. Relentless were the pace of the tick and the tock, the lightning and the shock, and the crashing of thunder that shook the foundations of your empty concert halls. Their barren walls bled solitude in silence and yet your composer held firm to his composure, slicing venomously at the air with sword in hand. Coat tails whipping in the gales and still the music played. Diving on a broken wing through the dividing currents of your lyrics, the crows gave chase…and still the music played...

The old man climbs slowly out of his bed upon the horizon and filters in through the gaps of the blinds in the kitchen window. He comes to greet me each morning to the smell of brewing coffee and burning toast. He never says much, never asks for much, and yet he says everything I need to hear at that moment. He watches me as I stir in my milk and sugar, smear on a little butter, and take a bite of breaking day…

Good morning my old friend…sure is good to see you again.

I caught myself thinking today about life and the way we live it. The different exit signs we place here and there for our safety as we navigate our existence. We place them on relationships, jobs, and hard times. They make us feel better somehow. Having an exit strategy or a way out, not feeling trapped all the time. If you were to pay attention you would see them too, maybe in your own life, or the lives of others. They are everywhere. Yet, they are only immediately visible to the person who put them there. To everyone else, they are naught but a hind sight. I have lived long enough to place my own, and sadly see those placed by others. What I didn’t see, was the distance of someone as they were moving away. What I failed to see in time was that they were heading towards an exit sign.

There is an animal that you love of course, you know her as the pink unicorn dolphin horse. You’ve never really seen her but you know she must me real, because of the way she makes you smile, and the way she makes you feel. There’s no fake thing I know of that has the power to do that yet, so just keep drawing her the way you want, with your little crayon set. Then put her in the kitchen so she’ll never be alone, on the front door of our fridge, which has become her permanent home. I’m always pleased to see the little drawings that you made, I show them to my friends when they come over to watch the game. They will always be here waiting as the years shall come to pass, because you’ll soon go off to school, then college, I guess kids grow up too fast. One day you’ll have your own house and a family of your own, so I wrote this down so you wouldn’t forget, I guess I had to make it known. I’ll always be your Daddy, my door will always be open of course, so you can come home anytime and see your pink unicorn dolphin horse.